Lyrics:

So this is the letter that I never sent you, the words that I never said.

I don´t know if this could have ended differently. Sometimes I wish I could go back and erase every bad thing I ever said.

Still, this failure is not on me.
I understand that this could never have worked out.
You came in carrying your past, as did I.
Every word ever exchanged was always a reminder.
Each sigh, every touch, each glance, threw us back.

You couldn´t let go and I couldn´t let you in.

Remember the hours we spent with The Smiths – it makes me choke.
Repeating the lines of This Charming Man, brings up the scent of you.
And it all ends up in a cycle of absence for a love that could never last.

There was always a part of you I could never reach.
Still I tried, tried, tried, too many times.

Still, this failure is not on me.
I understand now that this could never have worked out.
You came in carrying your past, as did I.
Every word ever exchanged was always a reminder.
Each sigh, every touch, each glance, threw us back.

You could´nt let go and I couldn´t let you in.

All I have left now are the memories of you, of me and Morrissey and with them, I will end what I never told you.
xoxo

★ IDIOTEQ is a DIY online magazine covering some of the hardcore punk and rock music scene, and supporting DIY ethics and local bands

★ IDIOTEQ (pronounce “idiotec”) is a phonetic transcription of the word Idioteque – the act of suddenly going into a crazy, seizure like state. A vision of a society, where people are increasingly more obsessed with pointless technology, selfishness and mindless entertainment than life itself.